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“Fuck, Lyla,” I mutter, my hand coming to the back of her head. I don’t guide her at all, but I keep it there, stroking the back of her head.
She keeps it shallow for several strokes before taking me deep again. This time, I feel the back of her throat, making my hips jolt up. She gags again, her throat tightening on my cock.
There is no warning. I can’t even give her a chance to pull off. My cock releases right there in her mouth.
She pulls off, coughing while my cock continues to empty itself on my stomach.
“Sorry,” I groan out.
She laughs. “Don’t be. That was hot. Let me get us something to clean up.”
She stands from the bed, going to grab a towel from the top of her dresser. She cleans herself up first before coming over and cleaning my stomach off. Then she pulls her shorts back on before righting her top.
I stand, pulling my boxers back on before I curl up next to her.
“I really liked that,” Lyla tells me.
“I enjoyed bringing you pleasure. We can do that anytime you want. Consider me your personal toy,” I joke.
She laughs. “That too, but I liked giving you head. I never enjoyed it much before, but with you, it’s different. Everything about you is different than anything I have ever known.”
My breath catches. Is she falling in love with me? God, I hope so.
It’s too soon to tell her I love her, though. No, I need to wait for her to be sure about her feelings before I can admit anything. I don’t want to scare her away.
“It was the best blow job I’ve ever had. You are talented. I am going to pretend that you learned how to do that from practicing on a banana, though. The thought of you doing that to another guy has me wanting to hunt them down and kill them.”
She swats my chest. “You are quite possessive, aren’t you?”
I smile down at her. “Just a tad. I can’t help that I want to keep you all to myself. You are my girl. Mine to protect and care for. All those other fuckers can get fucked.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I thought you didn’t have time for girls. Isn’t that why we are fake dating?”
“I don’t, but you aren’t just any girl, are you?”
She tilts her head. “Am I?”
I shake my head. “Nah. You are special. You don’t want me for my money or the fame I might have. You want me for me.”
She sighs. “I do like you for you. I don’t know why you don’t let others see this side of you. I’m sure they’d love it.”
I snort. “I don’t want them to love it or me. The only people that matter are those in my inner circle. Everyone else is just noise in the background for me.”
“Am I part of that circle?” she asks.
I almost laugh like she’s joking, but her eyes are vulnerable. She really doesn’t know, does she?
“Of course you are, Lyla. You are firmly part of the family,” I tell her.
What I don’t say is the truth because Lyla isn’t just in my circle.
She’s the very center of it.
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The doorbell rings, and my stomach drops. This is a horrible idea. I should have backed out while I still had the chance.
I mean, who goes on a girl date with the four women your fake boyfriend is closest to? It sounds like a disaster.
